At times when I’m blind I could only still see you. Seeing your face, touching you, kissing you. My love, I'm here alone, and I miss you, and hope you're still waiting for me to come back. Your Bucky.
Sometimes, I remember when we spent time together. Nothing too much- I mean, I couldn't see vivid pictures but, I still get that warm feeling. Like waking up after a silent night at war, or going back home to your family and friends after being in the enemy lines. Heck, I could talk all day about that but what I remembered was far better. I'd like to get that feeling again sometimes, just with you. Hope to see you soon, Bucky.